Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I come hard, my orgasm bursting through me like a rocket, so strong and intense. Dalton doesn’t stop, letting me ride it out on his tongue as my high blasts through every nerve, right to my fingers and toes.
Dalton laps up every bit of my arousal like it’s a fine wine, and it’s not until I come down that he finally releases me from his sweet torture. I collapse against the tiles, rolling over to watch him, only to find that brilliant, hard cock staring back at me.
He grips it in one hand, his piercing promising me a world of blissful devastation, and hunger strikes through me again. He loses his shirt, placing that breathtaking body on full display. The sharp ridges of his abs, his wide, strong chest, those big shoulders . . . Everything about him makes me weak.
“Who am I?” he rumbles, those dark eyes scanning over my body as he slowly strokes his cock, my thighs spreading wide and watching the way his gaze drops to my waiting pussy.
I meet his stare, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “You’re my god.”
His cock flinches in his hand, and he reaches forward, scooping his arm around my back and dragging me to him, my legs on either side of his strong thighs as that heavy cock rests against my pelvis. “I said,” he rumbles in a deep, booming tone as he lines himself up with my entrance, his free hand roaming up my body and closing around the base of my throat. “Who the fuck am I?”
Dalton slams his thick cock into me, and I cry out with the most intense pleasure as he stretches me wide, that piercing seated deep inside me. “Oh fuck,” I gasp, tipping my head back as his grip on my throat tightens, not enough to cut off my oxygen, but more than enough to send a wicked thrill shooting through my veins. “You’re my fucking god.”
“Damn straight,” he growls as his hips draw back only to thrust straight back into me. His body rolls with his movement, making my mouth water, and I can’t help but touch him, my nails digging into his ass cheek as he fucks me.
I’m barely holding on when he takes my knee and bends it right down to my ribs, changing the angle of my hips and taking me so much deeper. “Fuck, Firefly,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Oh, God. Yes.”
“You love being my nasty little whore, don’t you?”
“YES.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, teetering on the edge, but I’m not ready for this to be over. “I need you from behind.”
Dalton groans low, more than approving of my change of pace, and within seconds, I’m back on my knees, my chest flat against the tiles as he slams into my cunt, his fingers biting into my hip. He takes me so much deeper, cursing as he sucks in a breath through his teeth. My pussy clenches around his glorious cock. “Fuck, Oakley. Such a tight little pussy. I could fuck you like this all day.”
I groan, his words like music to my ears, but when I feel his fingers at my entrance, pushing in and stretching me even wider, words escape me. He mixes them with my wetness before dragging them to my ass and as he thrusts that big cock back into me, he pushes two thick fingers into my hole.
“Shit,” I hiss, pushing back against him and slipping my hand between my legs, furiously rubbing my clit as my body relaxes around his delicious intrusions. He gives me everything, fucking me like only a queen should be fucked, drawing out every last bit of arousal from my body until it’s too much for me to handle.
His fingers dig into my hip, and I know that come tomorrow, the bruises will be the perfect reminder of my night with him, marked across my skin for all to see. He thrusts into me one more time, and I can’t hold on any longer. I come hard, detonating like a fucking grenade around his thick cock, my pussy convulsing and spasming as I clench my eyes, the pleasure far too great.
My high blasts through my veins as I come undone, crying out his name. Not a second later, Dalton comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside me, his fingers loosening on my hip. His thumb brushes back and forth over my ass cheek as I simply stare out the window, unable to move or barely breathe.
“Holy shit,” I murmur as he slowly pulls back, releasing his fingers from my ass and dropping down on the tiles beside me.
“You can say that again,” he mutters, his hand coming down in the perfect spank to my ass. “Now, go make Daddy a sandwich.”